Slave to my roommate
I always had weird fantasies of being submissive and making myself feel small. I really do not know if that is due to the deprivation, poverty, and exposure to gruesome things, or if I was somehow this way from the beginning. I was the closest queer guy in a small town with just the internet to explore my teenage horny, and that also made me hella kinky ig.
The story begins when I got out of my hell town to pursue a degree. I met YJ (19 M) during the college ceremony. To be honest, I did not even feel a single pull towards him at that time. He was taller than me, slim (I look a bit ugly and am chubby). I was too occupied with being anxious in a new environment and coping. College is hard when you are taking so many loans and trying to save a lot of money. I still remember bailing on a lot of social life and spending time in my room alone and jerking off every day. I said no so many times that everyone stopped asking me to go altogether.
Despite everything, I was a hardworking student. I completed every assignment on time, studied for my exams diligently, and worked on group projects almost entirely on my own to get the only validation I know how to get. I was in a pair assignment with YJ at that time, and it was about gender stereotypes. He had his football match, due to which the only contribution he made was making a document. Still, I completed the assignment, and we got the highest marks. After that day, he started seeing me with kinder eyes. He sometimes sits with me when he finds me eating alone at the cafeteria. It was not that I didn't have any friends at that time, but I was usually found alone, aloof in my own weird world.
During that time, we were made to leave our college hostel as it was the rule. I did not know anyone to find an apartment tbh. Once during our usually silent dinner, I told him about the hostel situation. I do not know how the universe works, but this time it just did. He mentioned having a spare bed in his apartment, as his roommate was kicked out of college because of some big sex scandal that was the talk of the town. Mixed with desperation to have a roof and a liking towards him, I jumped and asked if I could please be his roommate. He mentioned being more than happy, as he did not have to get any strange, weirdo as a roommate again, and chuckled. I tried to mirror his laugh, and I shifted in his room.
The apartment was not really in a great place tbh. It was a 1 bhk and had a balcony that made me happy. The rent was affordable, and the owners were really good people and not very intrusive, even after the scandal. There were two separate beds, some dusty desks with all of YJ's stuff, and a reek of sweat everywhere. YJ helped me get my stuff in the hall and went into the room, and put his big pile of dirty clothes from my bed into his chair.
He also gave me a yellow pillow from his bed and sighed, "Well, make yourself at home, Ken." He smiled at me and started looking for something. It was his sports gear. He mentioned he was getting late for his practice and did not want to run extra laps. He removed his shirt in the room and put on his jersey and then shorts. I got very flushed and did not dare to drool and stare. Within the next 5 minutes, he ran from the apartment and yelled, "See you at dinner". I was still in a frenzy and just sat on my bed. I am a chronic jerker and the closest horny guy. So, the first thing I did was to go to the restroom and jacked off; it was not even 20 seconds, and I came. The restroom was full of his dirty and sweaty laundry. It was smelling bad, and it made me cum so much.
So, consumed by guilt, I decided to at least clean the apartment and get everything sorted at least. With the hard work of at least 3 hours, I made the apartment spotless. I did not try to touch his stuff as much, but put his dirty laundry on the chair and sorted our desks, and made his bed too.
I was so tired after the reckless undoing of the guilt I had. I heard someone come into the apartment. It was YJ and one of his friends. They entered the room, and he had a shocked look on his face. His friend Jane commented on his apartment being so neat. He chuckled and eyed me with a gesture of thanks. I nodded, and we decided to chat and bit and went on to dinner.
After that incident, there was an unsaid rule in our place that I am the clean freak of the place. Once, he even asked me why I do that, and I replied, "I am at home all the time, I need to burn calories too, haha". He laughed. It is not like he did not try to do things; there were times when he tried to clean for me, too, but soon he realized it was just easier if I did it. I soon started doing laundry for us, too.
I started to be very horny at that time as well. There was something in his sweat. I remember the first time I smelled his socks was the time I broke my control and guilt switch. That day I became all naked and smelled every dirty underwear, socks, and shoes I had. I smelled and licked everything like a depraved slut.
From that day, 1600 to 20:00 used to be the best time of the day for me, where I used to clean, sniff, lick, watch porn, and goon.
I started to get daring each time, and soon I found weed. Weed turned me into a more filthy pig. I started to get high and ate off the floor, serving online doms and sniffing his
